I am making an effort to draw picture-filled letters this week, with replies to some lovely people so far sent off to Teesside, Cambridge, and Buryatia (Siberia). They are to people I miss, people who I think are ace, and people who I will enjoy having a papery relationship with. I have been thinking a lot today about how many of my best friends are books; about how the friend I speak most to is a piece of paper; and about how this is actually okay.
There are many other things I SHOULD be doing. Mostly on computer and online. But after the day is done, it is good to put away the electronic things and find a piece of paper to talk to.
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